Special Thanks to Darkness0212, EowynAhsokaLover, Kaitoniichan, and propertyofkellanlutz for reviewing...and for the spirit-lift. =)

BTW, nope, I have no clue why you have to give me ideas in private, cuz. That sounds creepy...But anyways, here's the new chapter...

Chapter Four

Kyoya wasn't sure how much more he could take. His right eye twitched and he pushed up his glasses, effectively hiding the absolute fury in his eyes. He couldn't allow anyone to see…he had to act professional.

Across from him was the object of his torture. Minako and Emmerson were deep in a conversation he couldn't understand. She was leaning into him, her body language screaming what she wanted from the handsome secretary. She had an elbow on the table and a hand in her lap, leaving her bosom clear for viewing…and the middle button that had come undone wasn't helping him focus on his work.

Emmerson had taken notice long ago and was clearly enjoying himself, his tall frame making it easy to peek down into her shirt. Minako, seemingly oblivious, continued to chatter away happily. Kyoya had a sudden, unpleasant thought:What if she was doing it on purpose? What if it was all on purpose?

Letting him see her drunk so often, her short nightwear, the massage…not to mention what had happened the night before, when he'd emerged from the bathroom in plaid pajama pants. ..

The night before...

Kyoya exited the bathroom cautiously, taking measured steps to avoid waking Minako, who was curled up on her bed, the wine bottle clutched tightly in her arms. Relaxing slightly, Kyoya walked over to her normally, determined to take the bottle away before she turned over and spilled its remaining contents on the expensive sheets.

Expensive wine on expensive sheets=wasted money. Wasted money=unhappy Kyoya. Unhappy Kyoya=hell on earth. That in mind, the teenage boy grasped the neck of the bottle and gently tugged. Her arms tightened. Kyoya frowned and pulled harder. Minako let out a stubborn whine in her sleep and pulled the bottle even closer.

Dangerously close from "busting a cap," Kyoya grabbed the bottle with both hands, braced a foot against the side of the bed, and pulled with all his might. Incidentally, at that exact moment, Minako woke up, letting go of the bottle. This caused a very ruffled Kyoya to go flying backwards, effectively spraying Minako's bed with what was left of the wine.

Sputtering and angry beyond belief, Kyoya had stalked to his bed and refused to look at her. A few seconds later, he felt his bed creak. He turned over to find Minako climbing into his bed, her robe still parted, breasts bouncing as she slid under the covers and snuggled in close to him.

"Minako…" he warned, ready to giver her an earful. But she simply half-rolled onto him and sighed contentedly. She was already asleep. Anger diffused, teenage hormones raging at the feel of her soft breasts pressed against his bare chest…let's just say Kyoya did not find sleep easily…

That morning had been awkward. Minako had woken with a raised eyebrow and a look in her eyes that said "I knew it…you're a closet perv."

Now Kyoya sat, looking at her lacy white bra through the hole left by the loose button. He couldn't take it. Emmerson's leering face, her dense chitchat, the "casual" glances she would send him from under her lashes…

He had had enough. He would show her that Kyoya Ootori was not one to be toyed with. He stood and walked over to her, abruptly grabbing her hand and pulling her out of her chair…almost off her feet. He shot Emmerson a glare and said, "I'll have to apologize, but we have some urgent matter to take care of. Bye bye, now."

He turned and stalked out of Westbrook Industries without waiting for a reply, brusquely pulling a very confused Minako behind him. He walked up to his driver and said, "Drive. I don't care where. Just keep driving until I tell you to. Don't disturb us for any reason."

With that, he shoved Minako into the back of the black limo and climbed in after her, making sure the window between the driver and them was closed and the doors were locked. Once he was sure everything was in place, he turned to face the object of his frustrations.

"O-Oyabun? Is something wrong?" The car started moving and Minako looked out the window, looking very uncomfortable.

"Yes, To-ri-ko, something is very wrong, and you're going to help me fix it." His tone was low and sexy, almost a growl. He was fully in Shadow King Mode now and she gulped as he slid closer to her, pushing her back against the seat, his body looming over her.

He reached out and gently touched her cheek, an endearing gesture…a rarity coming from the cold-hearted Ootori. His hand slid down her neck slowly, fingers lightly caressing her skin, setting everything he touched on fire. He stopped at her collarbone and leaned close, his breath mingling with hers. He was so close, so close.

Just a bit closer and their lips would be touching, and inch—no, less than that. Minako let her eyes slide shut, her lips parted in anticipation…but the kiss never came. She opened her eyes and found Kyoya smirking down at her, a look of superiority in his eyes.

He chuckled as he pulled back, leaving her lying on the seat, her legs his lap, her skirt crumpled around her waist. "Commoners, so predictable," he said. "So…easy."

Minako's eyes instantly flared in anger. A commoner? That's what he thought of her? Well, it was true she didn't have much growing up, but her father had been a hard worker. He had pulled them through. She was proud of him…and Kyoya had just crushed his efforts. Him? A mere child playing at adult-life….

Determined to make him swallow his words, Minako sat up slowly, her hands wandering to the front of her shirt. She unbuttoned it slowly, taking pride in the way her boss had stopped laughing and was now staring at her. So predictable, she wanted to say. Shirt hanging open, she threw a knee on either side of Kyoya's hips and rested her weight fully on him.

"That's right, boss," she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, letting her lace-covered breasts brush against his shirt. "We are easy…but, so are you."

She pulled back and ran her hands down his arms, enjoying the way he shivered slightly at her touch. Grabbing his hands, she placed them on her breasts and guided them to squeeze. A light blush appeared on his face and he cleared his throat, looking away. "Ah-ah, boss. You are going to see this through to the end. Then you can tell me I'm easy. Then you can say commoners are trash who only manage to get jobs by sleeping with the boss. Only then."

She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. He did, eyes wide behind the lenses, and she kissed him.

Well, hope you guys liked the chapter...

I know i'm making Kyoya act a bit childish...but I cant' help it. I only know one Kyoya-like person and they ain't here for reference. Besides, they're prudish, so I can't really ask them what they'd do in these situations...

Also, my apologies for making it so short...next chapter is a LEMON.